g. roslie’s natural dyed textile art

my aim is to create a sense of peace, calm and contemplative reflection through the work i do both for myself as the maker and for the viewer. these are interpretations of moments captured in deep observation of life as well as imagery sensed from poems and other inspired writings utilizing the colors of nature and other natural materials.

cloud water

plant pigment dyed, earth mineral plant acrylic painted organic linen & hemp, vintage french paillettes, sewn and affixed on wood panel with natural adhesive

28.25 × 23.25 (flush mount framed - cherry wood)

From the mountain, the earth stood revealed,

not only by its beckoning and endless forms,

not only in the way my body stood at last

at the center of that endless, radiating, horizon,

but for this: that I had understood something

beneath all understanding, that I had touched

the untouchable and unspoken freedom

where every sense of liberty begins, that every path

descending from that high and rocky eminence now

led where every previous fear refused to go,

not out to the far horizon, but in; inward from

each and every single edge of the world I saw,

returning like a living light, into the very center

of my body, into a body that perhaps had once been mine,

but now broken open at that center like a sky, opened

and generous to everything that could live

beneath it. My new sense of self suspended

like passing, light-filled clouds, my voice as patient

as the rain, giving life to every fallow ear,

and every fallow field, my inward sense of deep affection

for every blessed living creature, like the sunlight

of an earned forgiveness, forgiveness for the difficult way

that each of us must come, and for all the ways

it is so hard for us to love, or speak that love,

or be that flowing sense of giving

and happy receiving, like a river or a lake or the music

of falling water, going home merely by following

the gravitational invitation to keep falling,

so hard for us to meet the rain that way, just now

descending on the mountain, or in our city streets,

gathering to itself, secretly and patiently,

and moment by moment, the source of every stream,

and always, always, just beyond our understanding,

from every mountain and river and even the tiniest

hidden, onward stream, the ocean beyond,

growing daily, with every single generous drop.

- David Whyte

note: please hang away from direct exposure to harsh light (natural/artificial) as well as direct heat source and areas of high moisture.

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